The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The feast was not for your eyes, but for the air. You sat at the long oak table in the center of the warehouse, surrounded by the humming vibration of the machinery that had once kept the town alive and now only kept it warm. The air smelled of stale beer, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear. You were the master of this place, or at least you had been for the last three years, since the war...

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